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In: Male Chastity

I am still a wild lion since my orgasm three days ago. My locking cock ring remains on my nightstand. I’m not sure why. Mrs. Lion said she hasn’t forgotten to lock me up but can’t remember why I’m still wild. I’m sure that the ring will go on very soon.

You may wonder why I think of a locking cock ring the same way I thought about a male chastity device. From my perspective, they are the same. The male chastity device prevented erections and made it nearly impossible for me to masturbate. Mrs. Lion doesn’t mind if I get hard. I’m forbidden to masturbate. I don’t masturbate. Wearing a chastity device 24/7 for over three years trained me not to jerk off.

I haven’t wanked myself since December 2013. There isn’t much risk I’m going to do it now. That’s why the locking cock ring is equivalent to my chastity device. The ring is heavy, and it keeps my balls front and center. I can’t forget that I’m wearing it. That’s the whole point of male chastity for me. I’m wearing a device that I can’t remove. Anyone who can see my genitals will see the device. Mrs. Lion has the only key.

After all these years, I realize that male chastity is less about masturbation prevention than possession and ownership of my penis. I surrendered all sexual use of it when I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me up. Since then, she and she alone provides my orgasms. The device locked around my cock and balls is like my wedding ring. It is the mark of ownership.

Even though I can be teased and made to come while wearing it, Mrs. Lion removes it for sexual activity as she did with my male chastity device. When it is on, there is no chance of orgasm. When she takes it off, I will be teased and possibly be made to come.

I wouldn’t mind if Mrs. Lion put me in a full cage. The only changes for me would be the loss of the ability to get hard and chances of pee not going where I expect it to land. The pee situation is far more troublesome to me. I’m OK losing erections. So far, she seems content to lock me in the ring. I have no doubt that will change. She likes to try different things.

Update

After I wrote this post (Tuesday), Mrs. Lion locked me up again. Just thought you might want to know.

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In: Spanking, Punishment

I have been working hard on my writing and hadn’t planned on posting today. Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday (“Twofer” ) got me thinking. As she wrote,

“He was yelping away. I hit pretty hard for a while. Lots of hard swats in a row. Lots of hard swats right in the middle along his crack. I also did a series of slow, hard swats. I wasn’t going for bruising. It’s too hard to bruise his tough hide. I just wanted to make a memorable impression on him. He should remember to follow his rules. Whack! How could he break so many rules in two days? Whack! I think I made my point. He was pretty miserable when I got done.”

She’s right. I was miserable. Mrs. Lion made her point. When she finished, I just wanted to get off that spanking bench and get under the covers. I wanted to run away while she was spanking me. She didn’t say a word. She only paused to change paddles. I wasn’t curious about which one she was using. I just wanted it to end.

It didn’t hurt to sit down the next morning. I was sure it would after that spanking. It’s true that I’m not easy to bruise. Our narrow paddle is the only one that reliably marks me. A few very hard swats with that will hurt for days. I got the feeling that Mrs. Lion didn’t care about that. She wanted me to feel her annoyance with my thoughtlessness. Message received!

That’s the point of adult spanking. It isn’t about sex (duh!) or mild disapproval. It’s about punishment. It is a long, very painful experience. I’ve learned that time is just as important as intensity. It needs to go on and on. I thought about what brought me to the spanking bench the entire time that Mrs. Lion was beating me.

I resolved to avoid repeating this experience. I also know that I can’t avoid spankings. All I can do is try to keep them as far apart as possible.

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In: Sex, Spanking

Our waxing table (a standard massage table) works wonderfully for handjobs. Mrs. Lion had easy access with both hands. It felt wonderful. We use light mineral oil for wax removal. It’s wonderful for handjobs. Waxing went very smoothly. According to my calendar, the last waxing was January 16. That can’t be right. I probably forgot to record the one after that. I would guess that the last time was around March first.

More regular waxing sessions make the job easier and much faster for Mrs. Lion. Professional waxers suggest monthly refreshers. Maybe we can try that. I’m back to not sending out any fluid when I ejaculate. I stopped using the EMS machine. Back to it tomorrow.

After waxing, I always shower to wash off the oil Mrs.Lion uses to remove wax that remained after pulling my hair out. I forgot to close the shower door again. That means a visit to the spanking bench. It’s been eight days since my last spanking. Ugh!

I suppose this bears out the common knowledge that a man can’t “remember” to obey a rule. Usually, I do better than just a week. Maybe the orgasm made me forget. It doesn’t matter. Mrs. Lion believes in cause and effect. Break a rule and get spanked. It’s that simple. No discussion is needed. As soon as she told me that I didn’t close the shower door, I knew what would happen to me.

We still have just two rules that Mrs. Lion enforces: set up the coffee pot and close the shower door. I’m surprised that I can’t manage to remember to follow them. I’m also surprised that I don’t have more. It’s good for us to have a set of rules for me. We are happier if I’m spanked regularly, and I have rules to follow.

It’s not mysterious why this works for us. The idea of being spanked turns me on. Regular spankings fuel my sexy thoughts. Having rules to follow provides a disciplinary connection between us. I can’t describe it, but it is another way we reinforce our bond with each other. Mrs. Lion enjoys observing me and catching me breaking the rules. It’s a sort of game for her. More rules will add to her fun.

The other benefit is that, for the most part, I do what I’m told. The spanking I will be getting (writing this on Sunday afternoon) later will remind me to close the shower door–at least for a while. Consider what it would be like if we didn’t have domestic discipline. I would forget to close the shower door. Mrs. Lion would notice and maybe growl at me. Next time I forgot, she would growl again. There is no resolution. It’s the classic “squeezing the toothpaste from the middle of the tube” situation. Feelings fester.

Eventually, a fight would erupt. “You always leave the shower door open!” I would deny it. Unresolvable bad feelings would continue. That never happens with us. I’m punished every single time I leave that door open. If Mrs. Lion thinks I’m not getting the message, she adds time to my spanking. She has no trouble bruising my bottom.

After I’m punished, we both feel that the situation has been resolved. Case closed. It doesn’t mean that I won’t forget again. When I do, the paddles come out. Nothing festers other than the blisters on my butt.

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In: Male Chastity

After millennia of human reproduction, men still don’t understand female sexuality. Women aren’t any better at understanding males. A very good example of this is male chastity.

misunderstanding 1: women like the idea of controlling male orgasms

The entire premise of the male chastity game is that the female partner will have fun frustrating her man. How many women think about their partners’ penises? Sure, they like to see them. They may even think about nice things to do with them. I would be very surprised that they spend much time thinking about withholding orgasms from them.

Face it. We males spend a lot of time thinking about our cocks. We have spent most of our lives being able to jerk off whenever we want. Some guys get turned on thinking about their partner controlling their orgasms. Their fantasies run away with the idea. The stupid memes on the Internet say it all. They show images of models with captions expressing their pleasure at frustrating their men by locking them into a chastity device. Fat chance!

The point is that almost every woman practicing male chastity with her partner is doing it because he wants it. Many guys kill any chance of playing this game by insisting on living out the stupid fantasies they read online.

misunderstanding 2: women want to trade male orgasms for female fun

Most male chastity stories are about the cruel woman forcing her man to give her oral sex, massages, pedicures, etc., in exchange for the chance to ejaculate. If you’re with a woman who loves you, she expects you to want to sexually satisfy her without blackmail. If the only way she can get you to eat her out is to lock you in a chastity device, your relationship is doomed.

Do you seriously think a woman would enjoy knowing that the only way she could get sexual satisfaction is to lock up her husband’s cock? This idiotic idea stems from a very legitimate side effect of male chastity. If the man wants to be frustrated and made to wait, there’s a good chance his partner doesn’t want to wait for him. A rational man practicing male chastity is very willing to please his partner while locked up and unable to get pleasure himself. It’s the price of admission to the male chastity game. It’s also a lot of fun.

misunderstanding 3: women think male chastity is a lifestyle

Many men want to believe that male chastity is a new, improved way to live. There are countless stories about male sexual denial as a fun dimension to marriage. I admit that I believed this. There are many posts from our early years of male chastity where I claim it’s a way of life. Well, it isn’t.

It’s a game. That’s right, a game. Yes, we’re in our ninth year of playing it. I haven’t masturbated since December 2013. That’s when we started playing. It hasn’t changed our lives. At best, it’s a habit. I don’t think we would know how to go back to me having uncontrolled orgasms. Mrs. Lion never wants me to masturbate again. She accepts her role in the game and regulates my sexual activity.

That doesn’t make it a lifestyle. We are the same couple we were before we started. Sex isn’t that different. All that has changed is my ability to get off on my own. I asked to play the game Mrs. Lion agreed. I don’t know what would happen if I asked to stop. I don’t know what would change. I guess that she would laugh. She knows it’s too late. I haven’t forgotten how to jerk off. I feel no desire to do it, no matter how horny I feel. If she wanted, maybe I could learn again. I don’t think she wants me to try.